Someone is drowning right now

in drugs
             in *****
                         in ***
                                   in food
                                           in internet use
                                                             ­  in [fill in the blank]
                                                          ­                                    endless cravings
Going down
                   down
                           down
                                   down
                                        the shaky steps
                                                        the­ slippery slopes
                                                          ­               into the rabbit hole
                                                            ­                                         d
                                                               ­                                         o
                      ­                                                                 ­                     w
                                          ­                                                                 ­      n
Loneliness?
               Brokenness?
                           Emptiness?
                                     Numbness?
                                                      S­orrow?
                                                          ­        Hopelessness?

Been there
              Addiction
                          Not shooting up
                                         Not popping pills
                                                    But devouring my addiction in masses  
                                                        ­           In order to fill the deep, hallow void
                                                                ­                                  Unable to break free

I envisioned the other day
                     That hope can fly away like a little bird
                                                 But it rests on the window sill while still looking in
                                                              ­           Like Emily Dickinson envisioned
                                                      ­         Still chirping its own song
                                                        For it's ready to fly back in
                                                  And roost
                                                
          ­                                               ~~~o~~~
          ­                          has wings
                   like that bird
           hope            
   For